Denise, a Story of a Father and Daughter
                        by Larry Lawrence

     This is not a story as much as a transcription of a story a
girl told me when I was going to the same college as her.  She
was a senior and we had been going out for several months.  We
were very serious about one another when I found out that she had
spent the night with a much older man.  When I confronted her,
she told me this story with the explanation that every year, on
the anniversary of her father's death, she had sex with a man
that reminded her of him.  I don't know if it's true.  I didn't
believe it at the time and we broke up.  Since then I've thought
about it several times and I still wonder.

     When I was going away to attend a small Catholic college, it
was the first time I had been away from home.  The weekend before
fall classes started was designated as Parent's Weekend for
freshmen.  We got there on Friday afternoon and Dad moved me into
the dorm before he returned to his motel.  When he left to go to
his room we both cried.  It was terrible, but it was great too. 
That evening there was a dance scheduled.  Parents were supposed
to be in attendance and it was a chance for them to say good-bye
while the new students had a chance to meet each other.  There
wasn't much mixing going on, though.
     Dad doesn't dance to rock but several times during the
evening I got him to dance to slow songs.  It was so good when we
held each other.  Me and Dad have always been very close but
there has never been anything sexual.  At least on my part, and
I'm sure on his too.  That evening though I saw him more as a man
than as my father and I was really turned on.  Dad was drinking
and I persuaded him to get me some drinks too.  We weren't really
drunk, but we were kind of buzzed.
     After the dance he pulled up in front of the dorm to drop me
off.  He gave me a kiss on the cheek and right then I knew what I
wanted.  I told him I didn't want to be apart and asked if his
room had two beds.  He said that it did and I asked if it would
be okay if I used it so we could have breakfast in the morning
before he left.  He agreed easily.  He was already missing me as
much as I him.  I talked him into stopping at the hotel lounge
for a drink and he got me one too.
     Upstairs in the room each of us got ready for bed, him
first.  When I came out of the bathroom he was in his bed.  I
knew it was his habit to sleep in the nude so I knew he would not
be wearing more than his underwear.  I was wearing a nightgown he
had bought me for college, and while it wasn't a negligee I was
pretty sure he could at least see the outlines of my body when I
had the bathroom light silhouetting me.  Later on he admitted
this was true and said it was the first moment he started having
sexual thoughts about me.  When we said good night there was
already a kind of tension in the air.  After we turned off the
lights I don't know how long I laid there afraid to make the
slightest movement.  Finally I wriggled out of my nightgown while
I was still under the cover and in a few hurried steps I slid
into his bed.
     Dad was awake.  Somehow I guess he was expecting it or
wanting it or something.  When I first got in with him he said
"Denise" one time, and that was the only word either one of us
spoke.  We made love.  Everything was so tender and beautiful. 
The moment when he entered me both of us shuddered with the most
exquisite pleasure.  I wanted to cry.
     Afterward I could feel the heat of his orgasm burning in my
belly.  My head was dizzy with the feelings.  The sperm in my
pussy was the same that gave me life.  I was so exultant and so
scared.  That was the only time we ever had sex together.  For
the most part, both of us tried to act as if it never happened,
but I think in many ways, it brought us closer together than we
could have been otherwise.  Dad died less than a year later.